Sunday

Sundays are great. Minus the whole get to church for set up at 6:30am, and then the nonstop go, go, go, until about 1:00. I seriously just walked in the door maybe 10 minutes ago. Remind me to breathe. Anyway. Today went really well. I played drums today, which doesn't happen very often, but it's kind of a breath of fresh air to do something different every once in awhile. I feel like there are different times ahead for The Springs. We're getting to the point where we're about two years old. Our second anniversary will be September 9th of this year and that's exciting. I was reading Mark Batterson's book "In A Pit With A Lion on A Snowy Day" last night and he said something about how close to 80%--or something like that--of church plants never see their second year. The Springs has been growing in it's second year. In the summer! Churches don't grow in the summer! If anything they shrink. But I think that in the next year or so we're going to be, one: weeding out the people who aren't in this for the long haul, and two: bringing in new faces and seeing the people who are committed to this church through it all. Don't get me wrong, I'm seriously on the brink of being burnt out, but my weakness is the perfect time for God to move.

If we're really where we need to be to lead this church, being burnt out is the best place to be. Being tired is being in the right spot. Being weary is perfect. That's where God works wonders, moves mountains, and shows Himself in all His glory.

Yep. I'm getting tired, weary, and burnt out, but I know that my God has called me to His church and when I feel like quitting, I think of the call.

Abraham was called.

Noah was called.

David was called.

Jesus was called.

When they felt scared, tired, or like quitting, who did they turn to?

Needless to say, there are some different times coming, and yeah, there will be some losses, some people who I will miss, but welcome to ministry.

Long live the King.